Beitang Ang saw that his own son had spoken thus, and Gu Ziling no longer objected. He nodded.
"Very well. This matter concerns Lingwu City's safety and the military authority over fifty thousand troops; it cannot be handled rashly.
"Originally, I had intended to wait for General Zhu Xie to arrive in Lingwu City, then have him contend with Young Master Meng for this position.
"That was also the intention of the court's high ministers: let the strong prevail and lead the Yangwu Army in defending Lingwu City.
"Now that General Zhu Xie has been assassinated, the court likely will not be able to react in time.
"Young Master Meng, are you willing to shoulder this grave responsibility, become the commander of the Yangwu Army, protect Great Yong's lands and Lingwu City, and keep them free from the troubles of foreign enemies?"
What Meng Zhao was exploiting was precisely this gap in time. With heavy snow blocking the roads and travel being inconvenient, coupled with Lingwu City's great distance from Imperial Capital City, a round trip would take no short amount of time. Naturally, he had to swallow this great slab of fat as quickly as possible.
Beitang Ang understood the elegant meaning behind the strings. Having seen Beitang He's attitude, he too intended to cut through the tangled mess with a swift blade.
At a time like this, who would still dare compete with Meng Zhao? That would be nothing less than courting death.
Meng Zhao's expression turned solemn. He clasped his fists and half-knelt before Beitang Ang, lowering his head as he saluted.
"Your Highness, Meng Zhao entered Great Compassion Temple under imperial decree at the age of eight to cultivate himself. Over ten years, I witnessed the flourishing splendor of Imperial Capital City, and rejoiced in my